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Relying on God’s Endless Love

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There’s this fire inside me that refuses to be quenched. I’m frustrated—angry even—but it’s not the petty anger at traffic or at people who just don’t get it. No, this anger is righteous. It’s the kind of anger that rises when I see a world so desperate for love and grace, yet people keep hurting each other, and worst of all, they reject God’s love as if it’s optional. I feel so strongly that God’s love is not just some abstract concept—it’s real, and it is endless, and yet humans act like it’s negotiable.

Today, I keep coming back to this verse, and it won’t let me go: “And so we know and rely on the love God has for us. God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in him.” (1 John 4:16). I write it down, I read it aloud, I try to let it sink into every inch of my being. God is love. Not just love like a fleeting feeling or a romantic sentiment, but love that is infinite, unchanging, and active. God’s love is a force that moves mountains, heals hearts, forgives sins, and restores lives. And yet… why is it so easy for me to forget that? Why do I let the world make me doubt it?

Lord, I confess that I sometimes forget the depth of Your love. I allow fear, anger, and bitterness to cloud my vision. I forget that Your love is stronger than any human rejection, any betrayal, any disappointment. Help me cling to Your love today, and every day. Help me to know it in my heart, not just my mind. Amen.

What really gets me is how little people seem to understand that God’s love is not a solitary blessing. It’s not something we just hoard for ourselves, waiting to be “deserving” enough to receive more. No. His love flows through us. It is meant to be shared, radiated, and lived. I see people all the time—friends, acquaintances, even strangers—screaming for love in ways they don’t even realize. And I feel God saying, “You have it. Share it. Be my hands. Be my heart.” But I am human. I fail. I get tired. I get angry. And sometimes, I lash out instead of reflecting His love.

There’s this tension inside me between compassion and anger, between frustration and faith. I want to be patient with the people who hurt me, who wrong me, who don’t understand me, but I’m human. And sometimes, I just want to scream, “Don’t you see? God loves you! He is waiting for you! You are not beyond His mercy!”

Lord, give me strength when my patience wears thin. Remind me that Your love never fails, even when mine does. Teach me to love as You love, to forgive as You forgive, to bless as You bless. Let me be Your instrument, even when I feel exhausted or overwhelmed. Amen.

I’ve been meditating on how God’s love is redemptive. That word—redemptive—it strikes me today. It’s not just that God loves us; it’s that His love redeems us, transforms us, makes us whole. And it doesn’t stop there. That love is supposed to extend through us. When I choose kindness instead of harshness, when I choose patience instead of irritation, when I help someone without expecting anything in return, God’s love is flowing through me. It’s not mine to keep.

I feel like I’ve only scratched the surface of understanding this. So often, I think of salvation as the end goal—like, “Okay, I’m saved. Now life begins.” But no, salvation is just the beginning of living in God’s love. And living in that love is active. It’s doing the hard things: forgiving the unforgivable, loving the unlovable, standing up for justice even when it makes people uncomfortable. God’s love is not passive. It never sits quietly. It commands action. It demands transformation. And I want to live that fully, even when it makes me unpopular, even when it makes me angry at injustice, even when it breaks my heart.

Lord, help me be bold in love. Help me not shrink away from Your call, even when it’s uncomfortable. Teach me to see people through Your eyes, to respond with mercy and grace, even when my flesh wants to lash out. Let Your love be my guide, my armor, my sword, and my shield. Amen.

I feel like I’m learning something important here: the more I rely on God’s love, the less I rely on myself. That’s hard, because I am stubborn. I like control. I like thinking I can fix things on my own. But every time I try to do that, I fail, I hurt someone, I feel emptiness creeping in. God’s love, though? His love never fails. His love fills the cracks, covers the wounds, carries me when I can’t carry myself.

I need to remind myself daily that God’s love is constant. Even when I am angry. Even when I feel unworthy. Even when I feel alone. He is there. He loves me fully, and He will never stop loving me. And because of that, I can love others—not perfectly, never perfectly, but genuinely, and with intention.

So today, I pray this:

Father, let Your love flow through me. Let me be a reflection of Your grace, Your mercy, and Your kindness. Protect me from cynicism and hardness of heart. Remind me that anger, while human, must always be tempered by love. Help me to rely on Your love, not just in moments of comfort, but especially in moments of pain, injustice, and frustration. Let me be a blessing to those around me, that they might see You in me. Amen.

I close these reflections tonight with hope. I am angry, yes, but it is tempered with faith. I am frustrated, yes, but it is channeled into prayer and action. I am human, yes, but I am beloved. I am chosen. I am a vessel of God’s endless love. And that, more than anything else, is what I rely on.

“The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in His love He will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing.” (Zephaniah 3:17)

Amen.

God’s Love Is Unconditional

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Today I sat quietly with my Bible open to Luke 15:11–24. I’ve read the parable of the prodigal son many times, but somehow, this morning it settled on me in a deeper, more personal way. Maybe it’s because lately I’ve been wrestling with guilt that lingers like a shadow—guilt from mistakes I’ve made, expectations I haven’t met, and moments when I’ve wandered farther from God than I ever intended to. And yet, in this story, I see a Father who does not measure out His love according to my behavior, my consistency, or my ability to keep everything together. I see a Father whose love rushes toward me even when I feel least deserving of it.

As I read, I could almost picture the younger son rehearsing his speech on the long road home—practicing the words he hopes will soften his father’s disappointment: “Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you; I am no longer worthy to be called your son.” I imagine his voice trembling as he tries to prepare for rejection or punishment. But the part that grips me most is that he never gets to finish that speech. His father doesn’t even let him. Instead, Scripture says, “But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and had compassion, and ran and fell on his neck and kissed him.”

Every single time I read that, something in me breaks open. The Father ran. He ran toward the one who squandered everything, toward the one who had been reckless and selfish, toward the one who betrayed his love. And He didn’t hesitate—not for a moment.

Lord, why is it so hard for me to believe You treat me like that? Why do I fall into the same trap of thinking I need to earn Your affection, compensate for my failures, or prove that I’m worth loving?

Sometimes I project onto You the reactions I’ve experienced in people—conditional acceptance, approval that hinges on performance, affection that can shift without warning. But You’re not like that. You never have been. “I will be a Father to you, and you shall be My sons and daughters,” You tell me in 2 Corinthians 6:18. You don’t say, “I might be your Father if you behave.” You declare Your love as a certainty, a settled truth. Today I needed that reminder more than anything.

As I sit with this parable, I feel You gently exposing the way I’ve been approaching You—not as a beloved daughter, but as a servant who thinks she has to earn back her place. I come with apologies, promises, and anxiety, hoping You’ll let me back in. But You don’t negotiate. You don’t stand at a distance with crossed arms. You run toward me with compassion. You wrap me in Your love before I can even explain myself.

God, thank You that Your love doesn’t depend on me. Thank You that You welcome me back even when I’ve wandered off the path You set for me. The prodigal son didn’t earn his father’s embrace, and I can’t earn Yours. This truth brings such freedom, and yet I still struggle to fully accept it.

Sometimes I wonder if the son hesitated at the edge of the property—if he felt fear knotting in his stomach, if he paused before taking those final steps. That hesitation feels familiar. There are moments when I’m ashamed to come to You because I think my sin or my inconsistency has somehow changed Your heart toward me. But You remind me again and again that nothing I’ve done can dim Your love. “For I am convinced that neither death nor life… will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

Lord, I want to rest in that truth. I want my heart to stop striving for a place it already has.

Father, today I bring You all the parts of me that feel messy, broken, or lost. I lay before You the mistakes that still echo in my mind, the moments when I chose my own way, and the fears that make me hesitate to trust Your goodness. Please help me to see myself the way You see me—not as a servant trying to earn a place at the table, but as a daughter who already belongs there.

I imagine what it must have been like for the son to be robed in his father’s best garment—to feel the fabric wrap around him like dignity restored. I picture the ring sliding onto his finger, the sign of authority, belonging, identity. The sandals placed on his feet, the feast prepared in his honor, the music beginning, and the household rejoicing. All for someone who expected rejection. All for someone who felt unworthy. That kind of love feels almost too extravagant, too overwhelming, but that’s exactly the point. You don’t love as the world loves. Your love is perfect, unconditional, and unchanging.

Jesus, I think about the times I’ve wandered—maybe not into physical places of rebellion, but into emotional and spiritual ones. Times when I’ve let anxiety lead me away from Your peace. Times when I’ve allowed discouragement to push me into self-reliance. Times when I’ve sought affirmation from people instead of from You. And each time, You’ve waited for me with patience that humbles me. You’ve whispered truth into my confusion, reminded me of who I am, and drawn me back with kindness.

Lord, I praise You because even when I feel lost, You never lose sight of me. Even when I distance myself, Your love remains steady. And even when I fall short, You restore me gently without hesitation.

Father, today I come before You with a grateful heart. Thank You for the reminder of Your unconditional love. Thank You that Your arms are always open, always welcoming, always full of compassion. Help me let go of the fear that I have to work for Your affection. Teach me to receive Your grace with humility and joy. Remind me that I am Your daughter—not because I earned it, but because You chose me. Lord, help me to live in the freedom of being loved without condition. And when I wander, please bring me home quickly. Amen.

As I reflect, I realize how often I focus on my failures, while You focus on my identity. You don’t look at my past and call me unworthy. You look at me and call me Yours. You see not the mess I’ve made, but the person You created me to be—the woman You’re shaping, the daughter You delight in.

That truth settles over me like warmth. It softens something inside me that has been tense for too long.

I think of the joy in the father’s voice when he said, “For this my son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found.” That joy wasn’t cautious or restrained. It was full. It was loud. It was overflowing. Sometimes I forget that You rejoice over me—not reluctantly, not quietly, but gladly. “The Lord your God… will rejoice over you with singing.” It amazes me that Your love is not just patient but celebratory.

Lord, thank You that my story is never too broken for redemption. Thank You that no matter how far I drift, You always make a way back. Thank You that Your love doesn’t fade with my failures or strengthen with my successes. It simply is—constant, steady, true.

Tonight, as I prepare for rest, I want to carry the image of Your open arms with me. I want it imprinted on my heart so deeply that when guilt or fear tries to whisper lies, I will remember the truth of who You are. A Father who runs. A Father who embraces. A Father who restores. A Father who celebrates my return every single time.

Lord, let my life reflect that love—toward myself, toward others, and toward You. Help me walk in the confidence of a daughter who knows she is cherished. Help me show compassion the way You’ve shown it to me. And help me rest, truly rest, in the security of Your grace.

Amen

Most Unforgivable Sin: Abortion Is Evil & A One Way Ticket to Hell

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Abortion is MURDER!

If you’re a follower of Christ, I hope you’ll seek God’s heart on the issue of abortion with complete honesty. I understand that abortion is murder and how it grieves the heart of God.

There is still time for anyone to turn toward God, repent, and allow His truth to reshape their beliefs.

Abortion is the taking of an innocent life, which Scripture makes clear. Life is God’s creation, formed with purpose before birth, and because of that, abortion is obviously cold-blooded murder.

BIBLICAL FACT

God alone is the Author and Finisher of life. He decides when it begins and when it ends. If you see this differently, I encourage you to start praying, because anyone who isn’t against abortion will be spending eternity in hell. That’s a biblical fact!

I’ve been thinking about every precious unborn life that never got the chance to breathe outside the womb, and every woman standing at that painful crossroad. It hits me so hard. And I know it’s God putting this burden on my heart… to pray, to grieve, to stand in the gap. But at the same time, I feel this huge wave of compassion and so many questions. I just want to love people well, the way Jesus would. But I also know that if you kill your child for any reason, you do go straight to hell. Oh my goodness what a riddle we find ourselves in.

I keep going back to Psalm 139:13–14. “For You created my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother’s womb…” Every time I read that, I tear up. Life doesn’t start in the womb—it starts in the heart of God long before. Every heartbeat, every tiny fingerprint, every cell… God Himself designs with purpose.

And honestly, that’s the truth I cling to more than anything: life is sacred because God is the One who gives it.

But when you’re in the middle of an unplanned pregnancy—scared, confused, maybe ashamed—what does that truth even look like? I don’t have perfect answers, but I do know that you will end up burning in hell if you have an abortion for any reason whatsoever.

Prayers for the Unborn: A Cry From My Heart to God

Father of Life, thank You for how You knit the unborn together in secret. Let every tiny heartbeat echo before Your throne.

Jesus, my Compassionate Savior, help every expectant mother see her baby as a gift—never a burden, never a mistake. Surround her with people who love her well.

Holy Spirit, give courage to women trembling under fear. Take away every lie that says abortion is the only way out.

God of Healing, heal every woman who carries wounds from abortion—physical, emotional, spiritual. Wrap them in Your mercy.

Prince of Peace, calm the storms inside women who feel torn apart by their circumstances. Let Your Word guide them toward life.

Compassionate Father, raise up believers to support these women so they never have to walk alone.

Lord of Mercy, silence every lie that says a baby will ruin their life. Show them how You bring purpose through what feels impossible.

Everlasting God, pour out supernatural provision over families considering adoption—emotionally, financially, spiritually.

Spirit of Truth, reveal the fears and pressures that push women toward abortion. Give believers boldness to speak truth gently, with so much love.

Redeemer King, for every woman living with regret, remind her that forgiveness is real, and redemption is possible. You make beauty from ashes.

People ask, “Why do Christians hate abortion?” But it’s not hate. It’s love—love for the unborn, love for women, and love for the God who says every life has purpose (Jeremiah 1:5). We can’t stand back while fear and lies push vulnerable people into decisions that break them. Our calling is not to fight with anger, but with prayer, compassion, and sacrifice.

So how do we help women choose life?

  • We listen—while judging
  • We show up—explain why abortion is murder
  • We connect them—to pregnancy centers, adoption resources, moms’ groups.
  • We pray—with them and for them.
  • We share truth—Scripture filled with identity and purpose.
  • We show grace—for women who give their babies up for adoption

I think about my friend Abby a lot. She got pregnant in college—no money, no plan, totally terrified. She felt completely alone. But our small group prayed with her every day… we just showed up. Meals, hugs, tears, presence. She chose life. Her little boy, Levi, is the sweetest reminder that abortion is murder.

It’s easy to feel tiny in this huge battle. The statistics feel like a storm. But God reminded me—storms water seeds. Even one life saved, one mother strengthened, one prayer answered… it matters. It ripples. Faith the size of a mustard seed can grow into something massive and life-giving.

Maybe I can’t be everywhere, but I can be faithful where I am.

Heavenly Father, thank You that both mother and child are precious to You. Use me in this fight for life—through prayer, love, and steady obedience. Teach me how to walk with women who are scared or alone, with the same compassion You’ve shown me. Give me courage when the world says I’m too young, too small, or too naïve. Your Word is stronger than every lie, and You’re not done writing their stories.

Amen.

I Don’t Know Who Needs This—But Here Are 10 Prayers That Helped Me

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(PLEASE SHARE A PRAYER WITH ME IN MY COMMENTS IF POSSIBLE 🙏)

The past two weeks have been heavy, sad, and honestly, very tough for me.

A kind of emotional weight that’s hard to explain, but easy to feel.

Everything looks normal on the outside, but inside? I feel off. Sad. Tired in a way that rest doesn’t quite fix. Spiritually dry, mentally cluttered, and emotionally worn down.

Time has felt slow. People feel distant. And my thoughts? Loud.
Like I can’t turn them down, and I can’t pray them away either.


I’ve been trying so hard not to let my emotions lead my faith.

But the truth? I feel a little disconnected from God right now.
Not because He’s moved. He hasn’t. He never does.
It’s me. I’m tired—emotionally, mentally, spiritually. Just tired.

It’s not burnout from one big thing. It’s the accumulation of a hundred little things. Disappointments. Delays. Distant friendships. Sleepless nights. It feels like I’m showing up everywhere half-full, but pretending to be overflowing. And I’m not proud of it, but lately, I’ve been running on autopilot spiritually.

Still—I know this: when the world gets heavy, prayer becomes oxygen. Even when I don’t have fancy words. Even when all I can do is sit with God and cry. Even when it feels like I’m praying to a ceiling, I know my words still reach Heaven.

Over this past weekend I decided to stop overthinking and just write ten short prayers. That’s it. No filters. No performing. Just my honest heart in the presence of a faithful God.

And as I wrote them… I exhaled for the first time in days.

I don’t know if these prayers are for anyone else—but I know they helped me. They reminded me that I’m not invisible. That God sees me even when I feel unseen. And maybe… they’ll help carry me into next week with a little more hope.

1. When I Feel Overwhelmed

“God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.” – Psalm 46:1

God, I’m juggling too much. I feel like I’m failing in all the areas that matter. Work. Friendships. Faith. I need You to be my calm in the chaos. Help me breathe, slow down, and remember You never asked me to carry this alone. Amen.

2. When Loneliness Creeps In

“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted.” – Psalm 34:18

Jesus, today feels extra lonely. Everyone else seems busy, and I don’t want to be “too much” for anyone. But You… You see me. Sit with me. Let me feel Your nearness tonight. Amen.

3. When I’m Just Exhausted

“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” – Matthew 11:28

Lord, I’m tired—deep in my bones kind of tired. I don’t need just sleep. I need rest. True, soul-deep rest. Please give it. Please hold me. Amen.

4. When Anxiety Takes Over

“Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.” – 1 Peter 5:7

Father, my mind won’t stop racing. I feel like I’m spiraling. Please speak peace over me. Quiet the fear. Be my anchor. Remind me who I belong to. Amen.

5. When I Feel Far From God

“Draw near to God, and He will draw near to you.” – James 4:8

Jesus, I’ve felt distant. Distracted. Disconnected. Not because You moved—but because I did. I miss You. Please draw me back. Amen.

6. When I’m Tired of Waiting

“Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage.” – Psalm 27:14

God, the waiting is hard. Everyone else seems to be moving forward while I’m stuck. Help me trust that Your timing is still perfect. Strengthen my heart in the pause. Amen.

7. When Guilt Won’t Let Go

“There is no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.” – Romans 8:1

Lord, I’ve messed up again. I feel ashamed. But I know You already saw it—and You still love me. Remind me that grace isn’t earned. It’s already mine in You. Amen.

8. When I Want to Choose Gratitude Over Bitterness

“Give thanks in all circumstances.” – 1 Thessalonians 5:18

Jesus, bitterness has crept in. Help me refocus. Open my eyes to what’s good, even now. Thank You for the breath in my lungs, the roof over my head, and the grace that covers me daily. Amen.

9. When I Need Strength to Keep Going

“He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.” – Isaiah 40:29

Father, I want to quit. But I know You’re not done with me. Renew my strength. Fill me again. Remind me I don’t walk alone. Amen.

10. When I Need Hope for Tomorrow

“For I know the plans I have for you…” – Jeremiah 29:11

Lord, thank You for being near this weekend. Even when it didn’t feel like much, You were here. As I walk into a new week, help me go with hope, not fear. Amen.

That’s all I had in me over the weekend. But somehow, it felt like enough.

And that’s what grace looks like sometimes—just enough to get through today. One honest moment with God. One breath of faith when everything else feels heavy.

I’m starting to believe that these low moments can still be sacred. Maybe not the kind of sacred that makes it into a worship song, but the kind that heaven notices. The kind where nothing about me feels put together, but God shows up anyway.

Tomorrow’s Sunday. I’m going to church—whether I feel it or not. Because obedience is still obedience, even when it’s quiet. Sometimes faith isn’t loud—it’s just faithful.

And maybe that’s what healing actually looks like.

Triumphant Over Temptation: Shielding Your Soul from The Devil

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Dear Lord,

This morning I woke up with a spark in my soul. It wasn’t just coffee or sunshine—no, it was something deeper. It was You. I felt Your whisper in the quiet: “Daughter, you are not fighting for victory; you are fighting from victory.” That truth struck my spirit like a bell. Loud, clear, and unshakeable.

But even with that promise, I know the battle still rages. Not a battle we can see with our eyes, but a spiritual war over our minds, our choices, our holiness. And the enemy—Satan—is subtle. He doesn’t come waving red flags. He slithers in like a suggestion, a craving, a “just this once.” He’s got tricks, but God, You’ve got truth.

Today, I want to talk about temptation—not in theory, but in reality. This isn’t just about resisting chocolate or scrolling too long. I’m talking about the kind of temptation that tries to snatch your soul little by little. The kind that chips away at your calling and numbs your convictions. And I’m writing this not to condemn, but to confront with compassion, because it’s real and it’s relentless.

What Are the Temptations of the Devil, Really?

Let’s not sugarcoat it: The devil studies us. He watches for weak spots. But he’s not original—he’s been recycling the same three temptations since Eden.

1 John 2:16 lays it out:

“For all that is in the world—the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life—is not of the Father but is of the world.”

Let’s unpack that gently but clearly:

  • Lust of the Flesh: These are desires that target our physical urges—sexual temptation, laziness, gluttony, addiction. Things that feel good but leave us empty.
  • Lust of the Eyes: This one’s crafty. It’s what we see and start to crave—bigger homes, perfect bodies, relationships we weren’t meant to have. It’s envy dressed as ambition.
  • Pride of Life: Maybe the most dangerous of all. It’s that inner voice that says, “I’ve got this. I don’t need God’s input.” That pride, beloved, is spiritual poison.

If we don’t name these for what they are, we won’t recognize when they knock.

How Do We Overcome Temptation?

Now here’s where we rise—not in our strength, but in His. The devil may be loud, but God is louder. And He didn’t leave us defenseless.

1. Know the Strategy of the Enemy

Ignorance is not holiness. We are called to be alert. 2 Corinthians 2:11 says:

“…so that Satan will not outsmart us. For we are familiar with his evil schemes.”

Satan thrives when we underestimate him. So learn his patterns. Don’t fear him—expose him. And do it by immersing yourself in the Word. Scripture isn’t a trophy. It’s a weapon.

2. Keep Your Eyes on Jesus

Peter only sank when he looked at the storm instead of the Savior (Matthew 14:30). We do the same. When we obsess over the temptation, we empower it. But when we fix our eyes on Jesus? That’s when we walk on water.

Hebrews 12:2 reminds us:

“Fixing our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith…”

Look up. Not around.

3. Pray Like It’s Life or Death

Because honestly—it is. Temptation doesn’t knock politely; it barges in. Jesus said in Matthew 26:41:

“Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.”

Prayer isn’t last resort. It’s first response. Don’t wait until you’re drowning—start praying before your feet even touch the water.

A Prayer for the Tempted Heart

Heavenly Father,
I come before You with humility, knowing that my flesh is weak but Your Spirit is mighty within me. Strengthen me when temptation whispers. Remind me that sin never satisfies and that holiness is worth the fight. I submit my desires to You, Lord—make them holy. Fill the spaces where sin used to knock with Your peace, Your power, and Your presence.
In Jesus’ name, Amen.

What to Do In the Moment of Temptation

Let’s be practical here. When that moment hits—when you’re alone, vulnerable, or discouraged—do this:

  • Pray for help. Cry out. God’s not afraid of your desperation.
  • Resist and flee. James 4:7 says: “Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.”
  • Turn away—literally. Close the laptop. Exit the room. End the conversation. Temptation grows when we linger.
  • Speak Scripture out loud. Jesus did it. We should too. (Matthew 4:1–11)

Replace the Thought—Immediately

2 Corinthians 10:5 says:

“We take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.”

Don’t entertain sinful thoughts. Don’t replay them like a movie trailer. Replace them with God’s truth.

  • Temptation: “Nobody will know.”
    Truth: “The eyes of the Lord are everywhere.” (Proverbs 15:3)
  • Temptation: “Just one more time.”
    Truth: “Make no provision for the flesh.” (Romans 13:14)

Live Holy—On Purpose

We are not just called to avoid sin. We’re called to pursue righteousness. That means taking proactive steps:

  • Avoid triggers. Don’t go where sin is easy.
  • Armor up daily. Ephesians 6:11 reminds us: “Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes.”
  • Choose godly community. You weren’t meant to fight alone.
  • Stay humble. Don’t flirt with pride. It will take you down fast.

Final Thoughts: Grace and Grit

Sister, brother—temptation is real. But so is our victory. And hear me clearly: Temptation is not sin. Jesus was tempted. Giving in is the sin. And if you’ve slipped—there’s grace. God’s mercy isn’t fragile. He doesn’t cancel His children when they fall. He lifts us. He restores. He loves.

But let us not use grace as a crutch to keep sinning. Let’s use it as a weapon to rise higher. The devil wants you distracted, discouraged, and defeated. But Christ already won. So let’s live like it.

Romans 8:37 says:

“No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us.”

Not barely surviving. More than conquerors. That’s who we are.

So today, let’s fight—not with fear, but with faith. Let’s live—not with shame, but with strength. And let’s walk—not in compromise, but in conviction.

When Faith Hurts: Does God See Christians Who are Struggling?

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God, I need to get this out. I can’t carry it around anymore.

I feel like I’m breaking.

I don’t doubt that You’re real. I never have. But I’m starting to wonder something way more painful—do You see me?

Do You really see me?

I’m not asking this as someone who’s lost faith. I’m asking it as someone whose faith hurts. Like physically aches. Like waiting-for-years, tears-on-my-bedroom-floor, why-do-I-keep-hoping kind of hurt.

I’ve prayed for so long. For healing. For direction. For a spouse. For financial breakthrough. For You to step in and rescue someone I love from addiction. For clarity. For peace. For things that are GOOD. Things I know You care about.

But I keep getting silence. Closed doors. Loneliness. More waiting.

Sometimes I feel like those people in Psalm 94. “And they say, ‘The Lord does not see; the God of Jacob does not perceive.’” (Psalm 94:7) I read that verse and think, Wow. That’s exactly how I feel sometimes. Like You don’t even notice.

And that terrifies me. Because what am I supposed to do when the God I believe in more than anything else feels distant or even—dare I say it—absent?

But then I keep reading…
“He who planted the ear, does he not hear? He who formed the eye, does he not see? … For the Lord will not forsake his people; he will not abandon his heritage.” (Psalm 94:9, 14)

That hits hard.

Because deep down, I know You see. You created my eyes. You crafted my ears. You wired my heart to crave connection with You. There’s no way You’re blind to my pain.

But still. It hurts.

God, why does it take so long sometimes? Why do You ask us to wait so long when You could change things with just a whisper?

Sometimes I feel like You’re just watching from a distance while I struggle to keep my faith intact. And then I immediately feel guilty for thinking that. Because I know it’s not true. I know You’re near. I know Your Word promises You’re “close to the brokenhearted” (Psalm 34:18), and that You “collect all our tears in a bottle” (Psalm 56:8).

But there’s a gap between what I know and what I feel. And I think You can handle me saying that.

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I think You want me to be honest, even if it’s ugly.

I don’t want to pretend anymore. I’m tired of the “bless and highly favored” church mask. I’m tired of acting like I’ve got unwavering peace when I’m crying in the shower and asking why my prayers seem to evaporate into the ceiling.

I want to trust You even when it feels like You’ve gone quiet. I want to believe—like the psalmist did—that even if deliverance isn’t here yet, it’s still coming.

Because he remembers, God. That’s what shook me when I read Psalm 94 again today. He reminded himself of all the times You had delivered him before. “If the Lord had not been my help, my soul would soon have lived in the land of silence.” (Psalm 94:17)

That’s what I need. Remembrance.

You have been faithful before.
You have come through in impossible situations.
You have spoken when I least expected it.
You have saved me from things I didn’t even know were destroying me.

So maybe it’s not that You’re ignoring me now—maybe it’s just that You’re working behind the scenes in ways I don’t see yet. Maybe this “no” or “not yet” is actually a gift. Maybe You’re building something in me that comfort could never produce—like endurance, character, and a fierce kind of hope (Romans 5:3-5).

Still, it’s hard, Lord.

I’m not asking You to make life perfect. I’m not even asking You to take all the pain away (though if You did, I’d be grateful!). I’m just asking You to remind me that You’re near. That You haven’t forgotten. That I’m not crazy for continuing to believe You’ll show up.

Because every time I consider walking away from this faith—You pull me back.
Every time I want to give up praying—You whisper something small that gives me strength.
Every time I think You’ve abandoned me—You send someone to say exactly what I needed to hear.

So maybe that’s what trust looks like in this season. Not pretending I’m okay, but clinging to the truth that You are, even when I’m not.

Lord, I don’t want a fragile, feel-good faith that only works when life is pretty.
I want a real faith.


A rugged, blood-and-tears kind of faith.
A faith that doesn’t break in the silence.
A faith that remembers.

So I’m choosing—again—to believe that You see me.
Even when the job doesn’t come through.
Even when the loneliness lingers.
Even when the healing delays.
Even when my heart keeps breaking.

You see. You hear. You care. You save.

God, I don’t understand this waiting. But I trust You in it.


Help me believe You’re near even when it feels like You’re far.


Help me want You more than I want answers.


And give me peace that surpasses understanding—not peace that comes from things going my way, but peace that comes from knowing You are with me no matter what.
Give me joy in the waiting. Show me glimpses of Your goodness.


And when I get tired of hoping, remind me that hope in You is never wasted.


Amen.

Christian Thought for Today


What if the thing I’m waiting for isn’t being withheld… but being prepared? What if the delay is protection? What if the closed doors are really just reroutes to something so much better than what I even knew to pray for?

God, open my eyes to see what You see.

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Lifting Up Loved Ones: Praying for Those You Love

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Last night, I found myself staring at the ceiling again, heart heavy and mind racing. Not because I’m burdened by my own stuff—but because I can feel the weight of the people I love. Their pain. Their questions. Their wandering. Their silence.

And honestly? It wrecks me.
I don’t want to be the girl who watches people I love slip through life without Jesus. I want to be the one who fights on her knees.

But I had to start with a hard question:
When’s the last time I actually prayed for them? Like really prayed?

Not a “Lord, bless them” kind of prayer, but the kind that pulls heaven down to earth.

God doesn’t need my passive prayers. He wants my passion. My persistence. My boldness. So here I am—learning to pray like I mean it.

1. Pray for God to soften my heart first.

This might be the most uncomfortable step—but it’s the realest one. Before I intercede for others, I have to let God break me. I don’t want to pray from a place of pride, frustration, or spiritual superiority. I want to pray from love. Period.

Lord, give me a burden. That’s an old-school word, I know. But I want it. I want my heart to hurt for what hurts Yours. Break the apathy. Remove the judgment. Let me weep for them. Let me care deeply again.

“I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you.” — Ezekiel 36:26

God, make my heart flesh again. Not cold, not passive, not comfortable. Tender. Ready to move at the whisper of Your Spirit.

2. Pray just to talk about Jesus.

This isn’t about crafting the perfect speech or waiting for the ideal moment. This is about boldness. Godly, humble boldness. I don’t want my conversations to stay surface-level forever. I want opportunities to bring up eternity.

“Pray for us… that God may open a door for our message, so that we may proclaim the mystery of Christ.” — Colossians 4:3

God, open a door. Not just in their schedule, but in their heart. Give me a moment that can’t be explained by anything but divine timing. Give me courage to walk through it when it comes. Let me be ready, not scared.

No more waiting until “the right time.” The right time is now.

3. Pray that the words of Jesus take off like wildfire.

Sometimes I think we forget just how powerful His words are. When Jesus speaks, things shift. Darkness trembles. Chains break. Hope rises. His words don’t need our help—they just need our obedience to speak them.

“Pray that the Master’s Word will simply take off and race through the country to a groundswell of response…” — 2 Thessalonians 3:1 (MSG)

Lord, let Your Word run wild in their lives. Let it chase them down in the quiet moments. Speak to them in dreams. In songs. In conversations they didn’t expect. Let the name of Jesus echo until it becomes undeniable.

4. Pray for God to heal their hearts.

Hurt people hide behind sarcasm, silence, success, or straight-up rebellion. But when someone’s going through a storm, it’s often because God is softening something deep inside.

So instead of judging their mess, I’m learning to pray into their healing.

“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” — Psalm 147:3

God, bind up their wounds. Speak peace over the chaos. Show them that You’re not afraid of their broken pieces. You’re the God who walks into storms and speaks stillness. Walk into theirs, Lord. Let them feel You.

5. Pray for endurance on my end.

Let’s be honest: it’s exhausting praying for people who seem like they don’t care. It’s frustrating watching them self-destruct while you’re begging heaven for a breakthrough. But I’ve learned this: God doesn’t call me to fix them—He calls me to pray for them.

So I will.

Even when I don’t see it.
Even when they push me away.
Even when it feels pointless.

Because faith doesn’t wait for feelings. It stands. It believes. It persists.

“The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective.” — James 5:16

So I will pray powerful, effective prayers. Not because I’m perfect. But because I’m His. And I believe He moves when His kids pray like they believe He will.

Lord Jesus,
Thank You for placing these people in my life. I don’t believe in coincidence—I believe in calling. You’ve called me to love them, serve them, and fight for them in prayer. So today, I lift them up to You.

Soften my heart, Lord. Remove pride. Give me a burden that drives me to my knees daily.
Open the doors for conversations about You—real ones, honest ones. Give me boldness to speak and wisdom to listen.

Let Your Word catch fire in their lives. Let it chase them down and wake something up inside them.
Heal their wounds. Calm their storms. Make them whole, even if they don’t know how to ask for it yet.
And when I get tired, remind me that You never give up on me. So I won’t give up on them.

I trust You, Jesus. And I believe You’re already moving.
Amen.

Prayer isn’t a last resort—it’s the first line of battle.
And I refuse to let the people I love walk through life without someone warring for them in prayer.

Even if they never know it, I’ll be the one interceding.
Because that’s what love does.

Safe in God’s Hands: Conquering Fear Through Faith

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This weekend I faced fear in the mirror. It wasn’t loud. It didn’t shout or shake me. It just stared me down like it had something to prove. And for a split second—just a second—I let it. I let fear have the mic. I let it whisper all its what-ifs and why-nots into the corners of my mind.

But then I remembered who I am.
And more importantly, whose I am.

The Word hit me like a wave straight to my spirit:

“Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” — Isaiah 41:10

That’s not just poetry. That’s truth. That’s a promise.

Fear is a liar, and it loves to dress up like logic. It sneaks in disguised as “being realistic,” “protecting yourself,” or “thinking it through.” But really, it’s just a mask for unbelief. I’m not here to coddle fear anymore. I’m not making a bed for it in my spirit. I serve the Almighty God, and He didn’t give me a spirit of fear.

“For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.” — 2 Timothy 1:7 (AMP)

I say this with fire in my chest: If God didn’t give it, I don’t want it. I’m rejecting fear like poison because that’s what it is—it slowly kills joy, hope, peace, and even purpose. And I am DONE letting fear kill anything in me that God has breathed life into.

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Here’s what’s wild though: fear feels real. And maybe that’s the point. Faith isn’t about feelings. It’s about choosing truth over feelings. It’s about standing firm when your knees want to buckle.

I had this moment today…
I was anxious—my heart pounding, palms sweaty, spiraling with thoughts of everything that could go wrong in my life. I could feel fear tightening its grip like a noose. But instead of letting it choke me, I imagined myself curled up in the lap of the Father. Not a distant, angry God—but Abba. A God who wraps His arms around me like a blanket and whispers over me:

“Do not fear, for I am with you…” — Isaiah 41:10 again. Yes, again. Because I need that Word on repeat.

And I felt His love.
Like really felt it.
Not earned, not negotiated. Just freely poured out.

That kind of love doesn’t just comfort—it casts out fear.

“There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear…” — 1 John 4:18

God’s love doesn’t ignore fear—it evicts it. When I let Him in fully, fear has no legal right to stay. So why am I still renting it a room?

Time to confront this mess.

I love people deeply. But I’m also not afraid to speak boldly. Especially when I see fear running people’s lives. I’ve seen it paralyze dreams, crush marriages, stop ministries before they even begin. That’s not humility—that’s fear wearing a disguise.

God is not calling us to survive our lives. He’s calling us to live them boldly in His power. And that’s not pride—it’s faith.

Jeremiah 29:11 rings out like a battle cry in my soul:

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a future and a hope.”

If I truly believe that, then fear has no place. Not in my mind, not in my decisions, and definitely not in my future.

So how do we fight fear?

We don’t fight alone.
We don’t fake it till we make it.
We face it with God beside us.
We let His love meet us right in the trembling.

Even when we’re scared, we walk forward. That’s what courage is. As Rick Warren said so perfectly,

“Courage is not the absence of fear; courage is moving ahead in spite of your fear.”

That hit me deep today. I’m not waiting until I feel brave to obey God. I’m just going to obey—and trust that courage will follow.

And when the voice of fear tries to whisper again, I’ll answer it with this:

“The LORD is with me; I will not be afraid. What can mere mortals do to me?” — Psalm 118:6

Let that be tattooed on my soul.

God’s presence is greater than my panic.
His promises are louder than my anxieties.
And His power? It’s made perfect in my weakness.

If you’re reading this and you’ve never surrendered your life to Christ, I need you to know—He’s not waiting for you to get perfect. He’s waiting to love you now.

Here’s a simple prayer. Pray it with me, even if your voice shakes:

Prayer of Surrender:


Jesus, I’m tired of doing life on my own. I’ve been letting fear lead, and it’s only left me empty. I believe You are the Son of God. I believe You died for me and rose again. I ask You to come into my heart. Be my Lord, be my Savior, be my peace. I surrender my life, my fear, my future—everything—to You. Thank You for loving me. I receive Your love. Amen.

And for those of us already walking with Him—maybe today is the day we finally trust Him like we say we do.

I’m choosing courage. I’m choosing Christ.
Because fear doesn’t get the final word. Faith does.

Double Vision: Seeing God Clearly

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Today I write with a heart full of conviction and a mind freshly awakened by God’s truth. I’ve been walking with the Lord long enough to know better—and yet He’s so loving, so gentle, so precise in His correction that I can’t help but love Him more even in the middle of being exposed. There’s something about when the Holy Spirit shines His light on a part of me that’s not aligned with the will of God. It stings, yes—but it’s also freeing. Like truth that pulls you out of a fog you didn’t realize you were in.

The Lord has whispered to me before about being double-minded. I remember the first time vividly. It felt like a gut-punch cloaked in love. I was offended. Not outright angry at God—but internally, I wrestled. I remember thinking, “Lord, surely not I?” I was sure I was sold out. My lips said it, my actions (on the surface) looked like it. I went to church, I prayed, I gave, I served. What more could He want?

But God doesn’t look at the outward appearance. “The Lord looks at the heart.” (1 Samuel 16:7)

And He saw mine.

My heart wasn’t fully surrendered. There were pockets—hidden closets—where I still sat on the throne. Where I wanted my way, my comfort, my attention, my timing. When things didn’t go the way I had hoped or planned, I grumbled inside. When people didn’t respond to me the way I wanted, I felt unseen. And isn’t that telling?

I’ve come to realize how subtle double-mindedness can be. It doesn’t always look like blatant rebellion. It can come wrapped in spiritual language, masked as maturity, or covered in Christian performance. But God knows. The double mind is divided—half surrendered, half striving. Half trusting, half controlling. Half focused on Him, half secretly asking, “But what about me?”

James 1:8 says, “A double minded man is unstable in all his ways.” And girl, that shook me. Unstable. Even though I smiled through it, I knew I had been living with a mind split between trust and self-protection. I said I trusted God, but when life pressed in—when I felt overlooked, rejected, or disappointed—what came out was telling. Bitterness. Jealousy. Entitlement. Not always outwardly, but inwardly for sure.

Just last week, I had a moment. I was about to meet up with someone, and I felt this urge to be seen—to say something clever, or deep, or “impressive.” I wanted them to notice me. Like a child jumping up and down shouting, “Look at me! Look at what I can do!” But before I spoke, the Holy Spirit gently interrupted.

He said, “Give that thought to Me.”

And I did.

I paused. I breathed. I surrendered that moment—not because I’m holy, but because I’m learning to recognize when it’s about me instead of about Him.

And when I gave it to Jesus, peace came. The striving stopped. The ego sat down. And somehow—miraculously—it felt easier to just be present, to listen, to respond with wisdom that wasn’t mine. The person asked me a question, and I could sense that Jesus answered through me. Not in some dramatic, super-spiritual way—but with a quiet confidence that didn’t demand attention.

That’s what humility looks like when God births it in you. And trust me, it’s not something I naturally possess.

The world screams: “Promote yourself. Assert yourself. Take up space.” But Jesus says, “Deny yourself, take up your cross daily, and follow Me.” (Luke 9:23)

That’s the paradox of the Kingdom.

I’m not here to be glorified. I’m here to glorify Him. I’m not here to be known. I’m here to make Him known. That’s the shift I’m learning to live out—not perfectly, but intentionally.

And here’s what’s wild—when I lose myself in Him, I find more peace than I ever did trying to make people notice me. When I humble myself, He really does lift me up, in the ways that actually matter. (James 4:10)

That’s why I want to keep coming closer. Not because I’ve mastered it. Not because I’ve figured it all out. But because His nearness is my good. (Psalm 73:28)

I long for His presence—not as a reward for good behavior, but as my daily necessity. I want to abide, not just visit. I want to live in the safety of full surrender. Because when I really submit every thought, every ambition, every desire to Him—that’s where I find peace. That’s where I find clarity.

Jesus said, “Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.” (Matthew 5:8)

And that’s what I want—to see God clearly. No more double vision. No more blurry faith. Just Jesus, front and center, and everything else falling in line behind Him.

So here’s my prayer today:

Father God,

You know me. Fully. And still, You love me deeply. Thank You for Your patience and correction. Forgive me for the ways I’ve been divided—saying I trust You while still clutching control. I surrender again, even the hidden things.

Lord Jesus, be the only King on the throne of my heart. Let no desire rise above You. Help me to see when pride creeps in, and teach me to choose humility—not to be overlooked, but to make You unmistakably visible.

Holy Spirit, make me sensitive to Your whispers. Remind me when I start performing. Teach me to rest in who I am in You, not who I’m trying to be for others.

Draw me nearer, God. I want to see You clearly—with a single heart, a single mind, and a single focus: Your glory.

Amen.

Mornings with God: My Favorite Morning Prayers to Uplift Your Spirit

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Prayer isn’t about fancy words or having it all together—it’s just about being with God. And the more I do it, the more realize how much I need it.

Why Is Prayer So Important?

Honestly, prayer changes everything. It’s not just a routine or something we check off our to-do list—it’s how we connect with God, reset our focus, and get spiritually ready for whatever the day throws at us. Here’s what I’ve learned:

1. Praise Shifts Our Perspective
When I take time to thank God and just sit in awe of who He is, it shifts my mindset. Gratitude reminds me that He’s been faithful before, and He’ll be faithful again. Starting the day with praise puts my heart in a place of peace and joy—and that makes such a difference.

2. It Prepares Us for the Hard Stuff
Life isn’t always easy. We all face things that can shake us. But when I pray and ask God to help me before those tough moments even happen, I feel more grounded. It’s like putting on spiritual armor. Instead of reacting out of fear or stress, I can respond knowing He’s right there with me.

3. Prayer Helps Us Stand Strong Against Temptation
We all have struggles and weak spots. I’ve learned that being real with God about those areas—and asking Him for strength—makes such a difference. He doesn’t expect us to be perfect, but He does want to help us grow and choose better.

4. It Gives Us Boldness and Confidence
God opens doors all the time—little moments to love others, encourage someone, or step into something new. When I pray for confidence and clarity, I’m more likely to say yes to those opportunities instead of letting fear win. With Him, I know I’m not doing it alone.

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